Page 140 of Driven Daddy

“Don’t want an overcooked cart dog?”

He wrinkled his nose. “I actually have a grocery order set to deliver at your place. I told you I was going to cook you that shrimp scampi.”

“Myplace? You realize my kitchen is the size of a bathroom, right?”

“I’ll make it work.”

“Okay, if you say so.” I rushed ahead to one of the crosswalks. “It’s a hike to Times Square, pal.”

“And that’s why I have credit and cash for cabs.” He held a hand up for one of the dozens of yellow cabs crawling around the city.

There seemed to be less these days now that car sharing had been allowed in the city, but I loved that he still liked the old-fashioned smelly New York City cabs.

“We could take the subway. Probably faster.”

“Probably also just as crowded with tourists. Besides, I get to make out with you in the back of the cab.”

“There is that.”

We finally won the flagging down wars and collapsed inside. “Can you get us as close to Times Square as possible?” I said through the Plexiglass.

“Are you crazy, lady?”

“A little bit.” I sat back beside Penn.

“Extra fifty in it for you if you get creative,” Penn said with a smile.

“You got it.” The cabbie turned off 5th and we both slid to one side in his turn.

“You really want to get back for those groceries.” I scratched my nails lightly through his beard. “We haven’t gotten to christen every corner of my apartment yet.”

“No, we have not.” He leaned in to kiss me.

The lights and sounds of the city faded as I let myself fall into the simple closeness of leaning on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. Since we’d found out about the baby, things had been a little crazy in Crescent Cove.

His parents had been thrilled, as had the rest of the family.

Colette just rolled her eyes and said another one bites the dust. But she was happy for me and said she was willing to take all my wine off my hands since I wasn’t allowed to have any for the foreseeable future.

Duality Press had officially partnered with Wainwright Publishing. Penn and Asher had gone in together on a few upgrades to the machines to bring them up to the current printing technology. I was pretty sure Larsen and Asher were turning into a secondary bromance while they discussed all the machinery and plans they had for the future.

I was a little worried Penn would get jealous, but I think he was relieved that Larsen had someone else to bond with since our world was expanding very soon.

“This is as close as I can get you.” The man looked over his shoulder. “Hope it’s worth the fifty.”

I peered out of the window and was surprised to see we were a few short blocks away.

“This is great,” I said and paid the fare with my card while Penn handed over the cash tip.

When we got out of the cab, he caught my hand. “I can’t believe you live right here in this madness.”

“I know. I’m going to miss it.”

“You don’t have to get rid of your place.”

I snorted. “If we want to build a house, I do. Crescent Cove isn’t exactly cheap these days.”

“True. I bet you’d make a good side hustle by subletting. You had to get in here before it got astronomical.”

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